This feminine lends itself to reduction into numbers or lewd hand gestures. But the everydayness of the power, of her personal femininity, teeters on a thin edge. Every time her body makes her into a goddess, whore, angel, slut, or not feminine at all.
न जाने मैं कब इतनी बड़ी हो गयी, खेल-कूद, दौड़-भाग को भूल, जीवन के पतंग की लरी हो गयी
Rewriting that old duckling story, one verse at a time.
"Where Was Your Pepper Spray?" “You were even dressed decently!”
People are so used to bigotry, sigh!
Every woman is a virago as she exists. Could you accept two-thirds salary doing the same work?
Perfect girlfriend 101: First of all, stop being such a feminist.
Unfair, when I have to counsel my own harasser.
Breaking down the feminazi myth, one prose at a time.
What looking like a feminist can do to personal feminisms.